Page 48 of Bratva Claim

“And yet, I bet you’re wet.”

She flinches like I’ve slapped her, and I smile lazily. “You play nice, you get rewarded.”

“I don’t want to be your whore.”

“You wouldn’t be. You’d be mine.” I close more of the space between us until the hem of her black dress brushes against my leg.

I want her. There’s no pretending otherwise. But right now, it’s not about sex.

It’s about control.

“I take care of my things, princess.” The thought of her underneath me and moaning has my dick hard. “You wouldn’t want for anything.”

“So now you’re trying to buy me.”

“I’ll protect you.”

She scowls. “And who will save me from you?”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re pushing it, princess,” I warn lightly. “You don’t run to the cops when shit goes sideways.”

“Scared?” she tosses back.

“I wouldn’t say scared,” I reply evenly. “Pigs are the least of my concern.”

She shoves back the wooden chair she’s been sitting in and stands up defiantly.

“Let me make myself clear,” she spits. “I don’t like you. I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to work for you.”

I really should just let her go. She’s not worth all this. But my pride won’t let go of the debt. The last thing I need is her father telling people that I let him off the hook.

It would be easier to just kill him.

“Is that your final answer, Sienna?”

Her brows clench in frustration.

I’ve stated my case several times. It’s either her or her father.

“That’s my final decision.”

I stare at her for a long moment.

She’s a spitfire and full of piss-poor judgment, and she can’t shut up to save her life. She’s insulted me, tried to escape, walked into a fucking police station, and now she’s standing here telling me how this ends.

She’s got balls, I’ll give her that.

“All right,” I say, my voice level. “If those are your wishes.”

Sienna falters. “What?”

I reach for my phone. “I’ll have Artem book your flight. You can go back to the hotel, collect your things, and either he’ll drive you to the airport, or I’ll give you money for an Uber. Your choice.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”